Friday, September 25, 2009

My Sister, My Friend, Walk with Sensitive Feet

My sister, my friend,
Come walk with me
I have never traveled this way before.

I need your hand to hold
Next to my heart
As we walk this path with sensitive feet,

Our feet felt the dew on the grass
And the sand on our toes,
When the sun shone bright, we were like playful children.

Now there are stones on the path; the way is unknown.

My sister, my friend,
Please walk with me with sensitive feet.
And we shall face this great journey,

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